[Hayame does not stop him from taking her hand (his is warm, smoother than she expects from an archer), but he has only seconds before she rips it away again, clutching it to her chest almost defensively over where her shard rests in her sternum and her iliachtida lies tucked beneath the binding of her breasts. Her fluster crawls warm and flush up her neck and into her cheeks, her one dark eye darts back and forth to make sure none of the other soldiers at the outpost had been looking in their direction, but-
She doesn't leave. Her knees are still locked up, hocks quivering, hooves digging into the dirt.]
You do not know that.
[The words are hissed between them, already feeling as if she is losing control when she- she needs it, doesn't she? Without it-]
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She doesn't leave. Her knees are still locked up, hocks quivering, hooves digging into the dirt.]
You do not know that.
[The words are hissed between them, already feeling as if she is losing control when she- she needs it, doesn't she? Without it-]
Just because you do not think it yet-
[She'd warned him, and he was still determined?]